Fight For Luna

BATTLESHOTS

ATLAS POV

We get the liquor and true to their word, the girls wait in the lobby for us. As we walk down out of the hotel drive up, Isla whines.

“F*ck, Luna,” Luna turns to her and is walking backwards in her heels that make her damn near my height. I didn’t realize how tall she is, I’d be surprised if she wasn’t 6 foot without the heels. “My baby, how do we forget that we had a CAR?” She questions and Luna laughs loudly just as she stumbles and begins to trip. I catch her in an instant and she quickly steps back from me as I notice Arlo was ready to catch her too. The sparks I’ve heard so much about from the mate bone, strong and addicting.

“Sorry, I promise I’m fine. I make no promises on my coordination though,” she giggles as she begins walking backwards again.

“Seems like your coordination is fine,” Arlo jokes back to her.

“Isla, we’ll go get the rusty rabbit tomorrow, first thing, I promise,” Luna comforts her friend by putting her arm over her shoulders. They walk the rest of the trip like this, whispering about war, strategy, decimation and wiping the floor with us in whatever game we’re about to go play. We’ll see about that. Their house isn’t too far from the hotels, it’s settled above a shop a few blocks off the main strip.

“Don’t mind the mess, we didn’t expect to bring 3 Greek Gods back from Caesars tonight,” Luna jokes and I laugh, unable to stop myself.

“Greek Gods huh?” I question.

“Well,” she pauses, “I mean, look at you,” she motions up and down my body with her hands. I definitely like the tipsy version of my mate, the sober version we can work on. “PREPARE FOR BATTLE!” Luna all of a sudden hollers and it seems the girls are all snapped to a routine we don’t know. One grabs a table, one grabs two pizza boxes, one grabs stacks of shot glasses and one grabs liquor, “Commander, I believe we have been infiltrated by men!” She exclaims to Isla who gasps and giggles, she turns to me seriously, “There’s 4 of us, 3 of you, one round won’t do. 8 rounds, 1 on 1, who is drinking thrice on your side?” Both Arlo and I raise our hands. She lifts the pizza box lids and it finally clicks what we’re playing. “Know what you're doing?” I nod, “prepare your ships for decimation.”

I definitely like my mate when she is just barely buzzed. It’s like a veil has been lifted and she is able to be herself. Her confidence is intoxicating and I definitely want to play against her. “I’m playing you first,” I say with no room for question. Her face gets dark and she smiles.

By the end of the first round, I’ve managed to hit her ships twice, sink none, and she has made me consume 12 shots of werewolf strength whiskey. I look around the room convinced she is cheating with a mirror or something when Isla speaks up, “should’ve told you she is psychic man. No one has ever won against her,” She laughs as Arlo steps up to go against her. The game between Isla and Arlo is a lot more even with Isla winning by one. I’m feeling quite tipsy as Ezra steps up to go against Amelia and I realize I’m against Hazel next leaving Arlo to go against Luna next. I think we all know Amelia purposely lost to Ezra but she was still able to make him drink 5 or 6 shots. Hazel plays dumb and I mostly don’t drink at all. Arlo steps up to Luna and they set their ships up. I watch as he clusters a couple ships in the corner and he looks like he is being really strategic to this. They begin taking blind aim and are pretty evenly matched competition as they are both taking a ship out here and there. They are finally both at one shot left.

“No f*cking way!” Isla screams and jumps up and down. “Is it finally going to happen?!”

“Not a chance Isla!” Luna looks at Arlo and yells loudly, “F4!”

“OH MAN!!! IIIITTTTSSSSS AAAAAAAA,” Arlo yells, drawing out his response, “MISSS!”

“What the f*ck?! What am I missing?!”

“But thanks for that!” Luna looks at him confused. “F4,” he smirks at her.

“WHAT THE F*CK!? How did you know!?” Luna screams at him as she takes her final shot with Isla and the girls yelling in the background.

“We unconsciously avoid where our ships are. I was a little lost for a moment, but you were so certain, I figured it was your last remaining shot.” He shrugs as she pouts.

“Holy sh*t! I thought I’d never see that in my lifetime! I’ve been praying my afterlife is just beating her at this over and over again!” Isla laughs.

Ezra goes against Isla and loses quickly. I go against Amelia who actually tries this time and actually beats me, I’m not very good at strategy stuff. Arlo is getting up from the couch to play Hazel as Ezra quickly jumps in his spot. Good for him finally going after what he wants, I wonder if he catches the pout on Amelia's face. Honestly, if he plays his cards right, he can have both of them. Hazel gets a determined look on her face but eventually Ezra beats her. We are all feeling pretty drunk at this moment and we sprawl out in different areas of her house. Ezra is cuddling Hazel in a bed with both of them passed out, Amelia is passed out in the other bed, while Luna, Isla, Arlo and I are all in the living room just talking and laughing at jokes each other makes.

Luna is the most sober out of us all and I wonder how, she had probably the most to drink out of all of us sneaking shots from her friends sunk battleships. She is also incredibly passionate about her music and is never willing to leave it. Isla is sitting next to me and eventually falls asleep and falls onto me. Luna smiles at her friend and almost begs me with her eyes to not move for her. I’m not sure when it happens but I eventually fall asleep to the sound of my mate's beautiful voice.